Volume 7 Coral Chapter 642: Plot
"Noah, congratulations, you will soon be the bishop of the church... and I am still just a little nun doing odd jobs."
Maggie said with a grin.
Noah scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"Don't say that, Miss Maggie."
He raised his finger, and shadows instantly spread across the entire room. The corpses of the white cat missionaries were immediately shrouded in dark "shadow coffins", which then condensed into a ball and fell into Noah's palm.
"Go back, send them back to my king's kingdom, and let them rest in peace beside my king..."
Noah whispered.
Maggie also retracted the idea of joking and nodded seriously.
After saying goodbye to Noah and the other two, the Polaris team also left . Although this S-level mission failed, Beizi's main goal had actually been achieved. The next step was to start preparing for the promotion to Saint.
The team members were very happy about this.
Moreover, they have established contact with the Dawn Church, which means they have regained the organization. Who knows when they will be able to join it in the future.
Wait until everyone leaves.
Outside the empty and silent residential building, the only sounds were gunshots and artillery fire.
More than ten minutes later, the air fluctuated and twisted, and three straight figures walked out. The leader was President McNeill of the History and Ritual Association.
His gaze paused for a moment, and he looked at the corpse on the ground in silence for a while.
"Shaquille is dead."
McNeill sighed.
Behind him, a woman in a brown turtleneck windbreaker spoke:
"The Dawn Church is not that easy to deal with. He was careless."
McNeill did not respond.
He frowned and waved his hand.
Crash...
The sound of pages turning could be heard all around.
The empty large room seemed to be covered with a layer of dim light.
The outlines of the floor, ceiling, walls and windows began to be extracted, layered together, emitting a dull color, and then the picture began to go back in time as if time was going backwards.
From the moment Noah and the others entered the room to the moment Shaquille arrived, He just had time to make a move before He was hypnotized by the song and immediately covered by a shadow until He fell to the ground and died...
President McNeill and two members of the "Seven Secret Keepers" behind him watched silently without saying a word.
The "replay" scene was reflected in their eyes.
Soon, McNeill moved his fingers slightly, and the scene replayed again, and this time, it stopped at the moment when the magic scroll appeared and Noah's singing sounded.
“That was the key to Shaquille’s downfall.”
McNeill said calmly.
Another male sage with long hair spoke up:
"A scroll made by a demigod of magic, containing the power of angelic hypnosis... This is the aura of Lady Dominia of Sighs."
The female sage said in a deep voice:
"This group of people came prepared. Not only did Shaquille's trap fail, but it also landed on his own neck... It also helped the young priest become successful and transformed into the [Dark Side]."
"The Dawn Church has been hiding in the old spirit world, and we don't have much information. Now it seems that the three ladies of pain have become the objects of worship of the Dawn Church. Apart from the known cat god, there are four god-level angels, including Lady Dull, the king of angels. They are indeed not easy to deal with..."
McNeill said, turning his gaze to Alex again.
"This guy is very strange. Be careful if you meet him next time. I suspect he is a fictional character of an angel of destiny. He has the characteristics of immortality and carries a powerful strange object on him."
After hearing what the president said, the two people behind him nodded solemnly.
McNeill took a step forward, and the sequence ability of the Earth Demigod [Gravedigger] was unleashed. His figure was actually covered with a layer of dim light, as if he had merged into the picture of history.
He walked straight to the "corpse" of Alex, bent down, and took off an Ouroboros-shaped ring from his finger.
But at this moment.
McNeill frowned.
"To protect against divination tricks? Or to enhance power and position..."
He murmured, and then his expression turned cold.
"The aura of the Cang Yi King. Ha, he's been dead for so long, and he still wants to protect these people under his command?"
McNeill clenched his hands and pulled the snake ring out of history. A painful hissing seemed to be heard all around, and the other two members of the "Seven Secret Keepers" saw a picture coming from a distant place.
It was a small white snake, curled up in the hands of the young man with glasses, and then its life force disappeared.
Both of them heard the young man's exclamation.
I couldn't help but sneer happily.
"With this token, His Majesty the Archivist will surely be satisfied."
McNeill opened his palm and stared at the palm with his dark eyes.
The snake ring, covered with a dim yellow color, was lying quietly.
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Deep in the spiritual world, in a secret space created by humans.
There is an endless ice field here.
The biting cold wind blew violently, carrying snowflakes as sharp as knives, violently washing the entire white world.
Deep in the snow with extremely low visibility, a plain round stone table was placed on the vast ice surface, with more than a dozen figures of different sizes .
"As the organizer of this party, I would like to offer a toast to you all."
Mr. Snow picked up the wine glass carved from ice crystals and smiled.
The upturned-brimmed feather hat and white fur cloak on his head were dancing in the wind, like an elf in the snow.
Everyone remained silent, only raising their glasses symbolically.
In the quiet environment, only the parrot in the flowery hat said:
"Cheers."
After a while.
The mummy-like Scroll Master, who was dressed in an ancient khaki bishop's robe and a tall hat, was playing with a snake ring in his hand and hissed:
"I have obtained the key to enter Wonderland, Garcia, are you interested in participating?"
Dagon, who was sitting at the other end of the round table, frowned slightly.
"'Fairyland' is the Kingdom of the Cang King, and its predecessor was the old spirit world... Not only does the Cat God live there, but now the Three Ladies of Pain have joined. Are you sure you want to rush in like this?"
"That's why I chose to cooperate with the 'Earthly Esoteric Church'."
The file manager laughed lowly.
"With the help of the ancient gods, the Cat God and the Three Ladies of Pain are no longer obstacles... After you and I join forces to enter the fairyland, we will first seize power. Even if something unexpected makes it impossible to do anything, we must destroy the fairyland and disrupt the possible promotion ceremony of the Cang King."
Dagon Garcia groaned.
He glanced at the ancient gods sitting beside the round table. Among these beings, the weakest were at the angel level, and the strongest, Mr. Gudao, was even slightly superior to him.
This gave Dagon a little more confidence.
"Destroy the fairyland...Are you planning to force King Cang to take action, thereby interrupting his angel promotion ceremony?"
"good."
The file manager said calmly.
At this time, the hat boy who was squatting on the chair, with most of his body hidden in the retro pointed hat, said in a shrill voice:
"What are you going to do? Leonid... Don't forget, we want 'Homeland of No Return'. If you can't help us get it, then there's no point in talking about cooperation."
"Without 'no return home', there is no cooperation."
repeated the Count of Parody.
The File Master glanced at the Hat Boy and laughed hoarsely:
"Of course I will not forget this important cooperation condition, but for the sake of safety, the plan is to use the Pope of the Dawn Church as the entry point... He holds the authority over the fairyland in his hands."
"You are just a saint. Leave it to me when the time comes."
The emerald bird with a bird's head and a human body, dressed in a formal dress, said lightly.
Mr. Gudao, who was the most sturdy and strong, spoke in a powerful voice:
"Then I will be in charge of dealing with the Cat God, and the Three Ladies of Pain will be left to the Thousand Captains, the Snow Gentleman, and Xiangshan. The rest of the cult members will follow you two. How do you think?"
The archivist and Dagon thought for a moment and agreed to the proposal.
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wonderland.
At night, a bright moon hangs in the sky.
This was a "wonder" that Floyd had spent several years creating by using "Les Miserables" and the authority of Wonderland.
Countless residents of the fairyland marveled, praised, and even sang for this.
Every night, in the City of Cats and the City of Light, many residents look up at the moon and pray to God in their hearts.
But what they didn't know was.
Pope Floy's purpose in doing this was pure and simple.
He was just waiting for someone for a vow.
Above the huge, round blue star.
In the silent darkness, a simple three-story apartment stands here, surrounded by the vast gray land without any vitality.
On the first floor of the apartment is a flower shop surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. It is filled with various flowers and there are two cups of steaming floral tea on the table.
There is a metal nameplate hanging on one side of the apartment door.
"Number 7 Denton Street".
After a while.
A figure came down from the second floor.
It was Floy, who was wearing a black dress and an apron. She walked into the flower shop alone with a smile on her face, carrying two plates of food.
Putting down the dinner plate, he elegantly took off his apron, folded it neatly and placed it aside, then sat alone on the chair, staring out the window in a daze.
The beautiful purple eyes were reflecting the dead darkness and the empty grey earth.
"Five years, Master Jack..."
The girl murmured.
"Floy is already on the moon, but why haven't you come back yet?"
He raised his right hand, looked at the two rings on his middle finger and ring finger, and fell into reminiscence and contemplation.
It was an ivory snake ring and a ring inlaid with a purple gemstone.
The longing in Floy's heart grows day by day, which is particularly consistent with this lonely environment and forms a sharp contrast with the prosperous and lively fairyland world under the moon.
He has now reached the end of Black Sun Sequence Four [Undead], and all conditions have been met long ago, but he has never tried the promotion ceremony of Sequence Three Demigod [Ashes].
"Embers, even when the fire is gone, still exist, living towards death..."
Floy murmured.
"But I dare not, Master Jack...Floy is afraid that she will never see you again, and is worried that she will fail to live up to your trust, and that there will be no one in control of Wonderland."
I don’t know how much time has passed.
The scented tea and the food were all cold.
Suddenly.
Floy was awakened from her daze by the sound of prayer.
He sighed and slowly walked out of the flower shop.
As soon as He went out, His image suddenly changed. The originally casual black dress turned into a loose and solemn black robe, and He also wore the Pope's crown on His head.
His expression also turned indifferent.
Floy turned into a black light, descended from the moon, and landed straight in front of the Dawn Church in the City of Cats.
Noah, Maggie and Alex were all waiting quietly.
Seeing that Noah had been promoted to a conspiracy saint, surprise flashed in Floy's eyes, but before he could congratulate him, he saw Noah hurriedly raised his hand.
In the open palm was a lifeless little white snake curled up into a ball.
"Please forgive me, Pope Floy. The white snake left by Mr. Jack was destroyed by the enemy in my hands..."
Floy frowned slightly.
He carefully took the body of the white snake, and after a while, he said coldly:
"The History and Ritual Society!"
